I'm not really sure where to start... the past nineteen months have been the darkest time of our lives. On May 27, I put our little boy down to sleep for the night. An hour and fifteen minutes later, he was gone. There was no warning, no sign that this was coming. It is still so shocking, I can't put my mind around it. We miss him so, so much. A part of us is missing and always will be. There is no cure for this wound... not on this earth.
Before losing Luke, I used to think it was kind of morbid to talk about looking forward to heaven. Life was pretty good here on earth. And in many ways, it still is. But now, heaven is a much more real place to me... because we have treasure there. We are aching for our son, and we long for the day when we all be together again. We are aching for home.